Travel has been a part of my life since before I could even walk. At just 8 months old, I was tagging along with my dad, a cargo ship captain whose job took him around the world. I don’t remember those early days, but one of my first clear memories is walking the streets of Venice at seven years old. Something about it felt right—not just physically, but in some deep, intrinsic way. I was too young to understand what it meant, but even then, I knew I belonged in the world.
Because I missed a lot of school for travel, my dad had me keep journals instead of writing book reports. I poured myself into those journals, turning one of them into an article that ended up published in one of Poland’s major newspapers. As a kid, I was hooked—not only on exploring the world but on sharing those explorations with others. By the time I was 16, I’d visited over 50 countries across Europe, Africa, North America, and the Middle East. When my family moved to the U.S. to escape Communist Poland, I was blown away by America’s sheer diversity—its people, its landscapes, its cultures.
My first solo adventure here was a 2.5-month road trip in 1992 across 23 states, 3 Canadian provinces, and a dozen national parks. We called it “Transcontinental ’92” and documented it the old-school way—with a photo album and a detailed journal. That trip kickstarted my long-term affair with travel planning, documenting every destination, and sharing those memories with others. I even registered caesartheday.com in 1994, with big plans for a travel site. But college, work, and life kept me busy, and that project stayed on the back burner.
Travel continued to shape my life. Living in Dallas for work left me itching for the open road, so I moved to California, where I immersed myself in everything the state offered—Yosemite, Sequoia, Lake Tahoe, San Diego. The mountains, beaches, forests, and deserts made me feel at home again, and the diversity of people and flavors brought back that spark. Through marriage and family, I kept traveling, this time bringing my daughters along, who by now have seen more places than most adults. And though I wasn’t documenting as meticulously as before, at least we had 50,000 photos to remember it all by.
Six months ago, life threw a curveball when I got laid off. Suddenly, I had time—time to finally bring CaesarTheDay to life. Thirty years after buying the domain, I’m here, ready to create something real. Maybe I’m late to the game, but I’m here to give it everything. This project is more than just a site with articles, links, and ads. It’s a passion project, a chance to share what I’ve learned, and a place to document this journey, even if no one else reads it. The lay-off also made me rethink my priorities. With two young daughters and the changing political and economic landscape, our family has decided to make Italy our permanent home once they finish school.
So CaesarTheDay is also a bridge to our next chapter—a passion project that I hope grows into something bigger, more lasting. I’m here to help you plan, explore, and dive into the world, but I’m also here to learn, grow, and keep discovering myself. Join me on this journey—let’s Caesar the Day together.
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